Abigail awaiking

Abigail stirred beside me, her movements slow at first, as if she was drifting up from the depths of a deep sleep. I turned my head to look at her, still breathless and dazed from the wild intensity of what had just happened. But before I could say anything, her eyes snapped open, and I saw a flicker of recognition—or maybe it was something else—ignite in her gaze.

Without a word, Abigail sat up, her eyes locking onto Colonel Smith’s naked form lying between us. There was a moment of stillness, a heartbeat where the world seemed to hold its breath, and then she moved with a suddenness that took my breath away.

She launched herself at him, her hands clawing at his skin with a fervor that was almost frightening. It was as if some primal instinct had taken over, driving her to claim him, to possess him with the same **** hunger that had consumed me moments before. Her lips found his neck, her teeth grazing the skin there as she let out a low, guttural moan that sent a shiver down my spine.

Smith barely had time to react before Abigail was on top of him, straddling his hips, her movements wild and unrestrained. She was completely overtaken by the same lustful energy that had driven us all through the night, her body moving against his with a rhythm that was both chaotic and hypnotic.

I watched, stunned, as she leaned down, capturing his mouth in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was fierce, demanding, a clash of tongues and teeth that left no room for anything else. Smith groaned beneath her, his hands coming up to grip her waist, his body responding to her with a **** that matched her own.

She moved against him with a frantic urgency, her body arching and twisting as she chased the pleasure that had become her entire world. It was as if she couldn’t get enough, as if the night’s events had only stoked the fire inside her to a burning inferno. And Colonel Smith, his resistance shattered, could do nothing but hold on as she took what she wanted, as she drove them both towards another wave of overwhelming ecstasy.

Watching them, a part of me felt a pull, a dark temptation to join them, to lose myself once again in the pleasure that had already claimed so much of me. But there was another part, a small, still voice in the back of my mind, that was screaming in protest, warning me that this had gone too far, that we were teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something we might not be able to come back from.

But that voice was faint, drowned out by the sounds of Abigail’s gasps and moans, by the sight of her body writhing atop Smith’s, by the memory of how it had felt to give in to the madness, to let the pleasure take over completely.

As Abigail cried out, her body shuddering with the **** of her climax, I felt myself slipping again, drawn back into the chaos, the desire that still buzzed beneath my skin. And in that moment, I knew that whatever control we thought we had, whatever sense of sanity remained, was hanging by the thinnest of threads, ready to snap at any second.